A mass of flesh crawling over the entire landscape like a river of slugs.

[dwarfing]

WHO: Shale, NPC guards, you!
WHAT: Shale arrives, drags Shyhold's outer guard with them along the bridge.
WHEN: Today, nighttime
WHERE: Skyhold Gates/Courtyard
NOTES: Most likely threats of violence.

Skyhold Bridge

There's nothing as wonderful as a bit of late night chaos, is there?

The sun had just set behind the many mountain tops near Skyhold when calamity breaks out on the bridge heading from the cliff path towards the fortress. There's yelling and protests echoing over the gorge, accented with a bit of dispassionate grumbling. The night guards from the other side of the bridge are hollering, torches waving around over the bridge as they try to stop someone in the dark from crossing over.

Someone really big, and covered in glowing crystals.

Shale is dragging three guards behind as the struggling men try to stop them from proceeding, the golem mostly uncaring for the flailing of soldiers and torches in their face - all while stubbornly moving forward. There are calls for the gates to be closed and other calls for backup (and the Maker), but thankfully no cries of pain or people falling to their death.

...not that Shale didn't want to throw some of them off the bridge, but that probably wouldn't make a good impression of them as an ally. Still, the one with the greasy hair that was trying to chip them with a dagger was awfully tempting to toss off, just to listen how long it would take for him to reach the bottom.

Courtyard

Hello. There's a golem in Skyhold. They're not impressed, and would like to file a complaint about your hospitality.

Comments

[gatheringstorm]

"Yeah, whatever you do, stay away from the rookery. They're mostly in cages up there, but I'm sure they're let out enough that standing below it could be risky." Someone ought to warn Leliana, if she doesn't know already. Korrin's no fan of those feathered messengers personally, but they are needed.

"That sounds like Zevran, then." Yeah, she knows him but then anyone who spends even a short time with the elf knows his personality well enough. What charms some can easily grate on others. "He annoyed you and yet he's still unsquashed? That must have taken restraint."

[dwarfing]

"It has a place for birds?" If golems could look sick, this was it. "That is disgusting. I will never understand you fleshy people." There would be bird shit all over that place, and Shale wouldn't want to go near it even if the stairs would work for them. "It can have it's bird city for itself."

Far, far up there and away from Shale. If they saw just one of those devilish things, they would smash them into paste. Messages or no messages.

"It takes much restraint to not crush it, but we have fought together. The painted elf is not... completely useless." Oh, Zev. Look at the praise!

[gatheringstorm]

Poor Shale. Korrin can't blame her, as she glances up to the rookery tower. "I'm sure Sister Leliana will be relieved to hear that. She needs her messengers." Loud, squawking messengers, but still.

Turning back, her lips twitch at that assessment of Zevran. "He's fast with those blades, I'll give him that. Combined his speed with your strength and I can see why you two would be unstoppable together."

[dwarfing]

Shale grunts disinterestedly in reply about Zevran, but the mention of Leliana makes the golem more interested. It could be a common name, but the 'sister' part makes it impossible to think of someone else.

"The sister is here? I have not seen it in a while.. It is the one with the birds?" Oh nightingale, how Shale is hurt.

[gatheringstorm]

"Usually, but if you want to find her, she's also in the War Council room as well. The times I've spotted her, she's usually going to either one or the other. If she has other haunts, I can't say. I'm not one of her agents."

Leliana's spies are all about stealth and such...and Korrin as only slightly more aptitude for that than Shale. Which is still abyssmal, and she knows it. But the Inquisition has plenty of scouts, so the failing isn't a critical one.